TESTO DEL LIED

"The half-moon westers low, my love"
di Alfred Edward Housman (1859-1936)

The half-moon westers low, my love,
And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart we lie, my love,
And seas between the twain.

I know not if it rains, my love,
In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love.
You know no more than I.